blackknightone.livejournal.comThe one thing you could count on in Luthor’s camp was a steady supply of secret locations. Untraceable ownership records that do not lead to LexCorp, purchased with laundered money from Cayman Bank accounts. Already, Slater had been a guest at several of them for one reason or the other. This time it was at Lex’s rediscovered trust in Slater’s success. To guard a captive that had been a thorn in Luthor’s side for a few years. What was bothering Slater about it was how one activist could be a big enough thorn to warrant such treatment? She was a metahuman, but nothing of the likes of Superman or the Justice League. Slater had never heard of her in either the newspapers or in the US Marshal criminal files. Her activism and demonstrations had been completely non-violent and in a scale that made it easy to keep out of the public eye. LexCorp had a whole division devoted to public opinion and it never failed. This made Lex’s interest in this one protester so odd. Odd enough to peak Slater’s interest and put his nose to the grind stone to find out exactly what he had gotten into this time.
Working for Lex wasn’t like making a deal with the Devil. It was more like working on a fishing boat. You follow orders and do your job, but you had no idea what you were going to dredge up in the nets. Could just be the tuna your job said you were going for, or it could be a dolphin which was what Lex really wanted all the time. The unlimited resources of LexCorp at work creating fronts for fronts to front a front that really was into something crooked. It made him laugh thinking about it, but it was clear this girl was a dolphin. The question remained, why?
The girl had; a backpack, a set of keys, and a small stack of anti-LexCorp pamphlets in her back pocket. The backpack contained a day planner, a small lunch bag with a trail mix style meal and bottled water. First he went for the day planner. It didn’t have a driver’s license but did have a Star City University student ID, a social security card, and other various ids. Her name is Aurora Andersen and seems to be like any other hippie, flower child, nothing special so far. He started turning the pages on the planner going back a couple of weeks. Some days are noted about ‘meeting Gar’ with a happy face next to it, ‘work’ with a time next to it. The name ‘Gar’ rang a bell, didn’t know why, must be someone special. No note about where she worked yet, but he flipped a few page into the future and saw that she had already missed two days of work. Someone by now would know she is missing and be looking for her.
He shifted in the seat to get in front of a keyboard logging into the US Marshal’s database with Johnathan Ralsmith’s username and password. Did a search on the Social Security number and got a few hits. Been arrested a couple times on simple charges involving protests and always bailed out by the more liberal organizations. A missing persons report, closed a few days later when she turned up unharmed, no foul play. Current whereabouts put her in Gotham living in an apartment not far from the college. Current employment…. Sherwood Florist…. Fuck… He read the address but didn’t have to. He had been there before, out being a jackass for fun. He was ordering flowers for Detective Montoya and Amanda Waller from none other than Dinah Lance, the Black Canary.
He shut off the computer. The computer itself was behind a LexCorp secure mainframe, but the information on the US Marshal Database wasn’t. The Justice League had their own methods and hacking into the database was well within their ability. This wasn’t making any dam sense. The JLA don’t hang out with criminals, and hippie chicks don’t make a point of pissing off CEOs this badly. This stank like dead dolphins.
Slater started thinking about the type of traffic that had been coming and going from here lately. Mostly the security detail from LexCorp executive protection services, but this morning a Lab crew showed up with a lot of equipment. I knew it was important stuff because Mercy is with them they had been doing all sorts of observations on the girl and were getting ready to do something. It was time to stick my nose in all this.
He suited up in the Black Knight One outfit, helmet, flak jacket and all, and then made my way to the holding room. They were trying to take some samples of either blood or skin. As soon as I walked in the door they turned to me.
“What are you dong in here?” demanded the lead scientist,”I requested that we not be disturbed!” He was a short man of arrogance and used to being catered too. I felt the best way was to remind him his place.
“Are you going to remove me?” He nodded for an assist to lead me out of the room. When the assistant reached out to take my arm, I floored him hard. “I asked are you going to remove me.” He stared at me, clearly unsure of what to do with what he felt was a subordinate that he couldn’t order around.
“Get me security.” He finally demanded, knowing that he couldn’t do a dam thing about me being in the room.
“He is security.” The reply came from the back of the room. It was Mercy. She nodded to the Scientist to continue working, and then nodded me out of the room. Dealing with her is easy enough; you have to provoke her sense of loyalty to Lex.
“Lex will be real pissed if these scientists screw up and she gets away. Can you stop her?” I asked with a professional tone. Mercy, nodded a reluctant agreement and walked across the room to me.
“What is the meaning of this?” asked Mercy in annoyed hushed tones.
“We need to move her “I replied quietly with a sense of urgency.
“Why?” I showed Mercy printouts of the girl’s current employment record and a copy of the Sherwood Florist business license proving ownership to Dinah Lance. She mulled the information in her head, and turned to the Scientists. “We have to move her, now.”
“We can’t.” insisted the Scientist, “Everything won’t be ready for two days. We’ve talked about this.” Good information to know, but why?
Mercy turned back to me and quietly asked,”Can we wait two days.”
“Possibly, they would know by now that she is missing, but not know where to look for her. I would say definitely ‘yes’, but this is Gotham.” She understood my reference to Batman, and nodded in agreement,”Why can’t we move her?”
“Lex is being very careful about this, and trying to keep it under the radar. He’s arraigned for the faculty to be ready, which will take three days. There is a regular shipment of product from a LexCorp owned warehouse that goes to Denver in two days. No one will suspect a regular trucking schedule.”
“Why not fly her out of here now?”
“Too obvious, once they figure out she’s gone, they will be looking for all of the obvious escape routes. We wait a few days and move her out like nothing is different.”
“You didn’t tell me this.”
“You didn’t need to know until now.”
I started looking around the room at the scientists. They had several manila folders that were worn with use and full with papers. All of them were marked ‘Classified’, ‘LexCorp’, and ‘Vorsipellem’. It all started to fit together, but there was a missing piece of information. ‘Vorsipellem’, what the hell did that mean? It was treated in print as a name of a project, professionally written on the tabs of the folders. It was clear that this girl had been apart of a LexCorp experiment and escaped. It hit Slater that he didn’t bring in a dangerous metahuman criminal, or a threat to Lex Luthor. He brought in a test subject that had escaped. The thought made him sick. Having been a test subject all of his life he understood what the girl was going through. Slater had done worse things before in his life, why did this bother him? He kidnapped Billy Batson, and didn’t feel this way.
‘That’s because’, Slater thought to himself,’ I never intended to let Luthor have him long enough to do anything. I tried to warn the Justice League and tried to control the situation as much as I could with out blowing my cover. Doing the job myself meant that Billy’s family wouldn’t come to harm during the kidnapping and no one would get seriously hurt. That one spun out of control, but fortunately no one got seriously hurt. This time is so different…..why?’ His answer was Aurora’s hair, not the hair specifically, but the hair color. Long very light blonde wavy hair just like someone else’s in his past. Someone very close, Urban Blue, the only person he had gotten close enough to love. Slater saw her die in a mission and he was never the same. It took him years to get over it, and it still haunted him. He immediately changed his feelings for Aurora in a wave of guilt. Aurora must be freed, but how? He started to walk out of the room.
“Where are you going?’ Mercy demanded not hiding her annoyance.
“I’m going to give you two days” Slater replied.
“How?”
“By giving the Heroes something else to worry about.”
“What?”
“Me.” I left the room.